Duty

Things of beauty
do their duty
enriching existence
for the allotted time
before becoming
glorious ghosts

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High Enough

Here I am
I don’t know how
wishing I knew
where to go now
from a dreamless sleep
into a sleepless dream
with everything coming
apart at the seams

I could just let my
inertia carry me
down the path of least resistance
until they bury me
or I could muster the strength
to climb the hill
with no expectations
of finding a thrill

Beyond getting high enough
to enjoy the view
If you were me,
what would you do?

What’s Important

I normally fall so short
of my goals they don’t
know they’ve been shot at
but I’ll try again tomorrow
or maybe next week
I’ve been told that the trying
is what’s important
and it’s not what you find
but what you seek

I’ve been guilty of complaining
about my blessings
things I’ve taken for granted
that required more maintenance
than I might have preferred
until something is lost
and I’m reminded of the cost
of my shameful complacence.

I know that moods
both good and bad
are only temporary
but when you’re
full of emptiness
it gets a little scary
trying to have the patience
that this world requires
while waiting for the light
that ultimately inspires

Rest For a While

When your eyes get tired
of looking at stuff
when your ears decide
that they’ve heard enough
when your mind is overloaded
and your spirit feels rough
come on over
and rest for a while

I do not require conversation
I will not make any demands
I will not criticize your situation
I won’t pretend to understand
come on over
and rest for a while

Come over and rest for a while
we’ll watch the candles glow
I won’t insist on a smile
you can stay ’til you’re ready to go

I could rub your shoulders
or even your feet
we can watch some tv
you can pick the show
I might even fix you
something to eat
we’ll let the time unwind real slow
come on over
and rest for a while

Come over and rest for a while
we’ll watch the candles glow
I won’t insist on a smile
you can stay ’til you’re ready to go

Complaint

Went to work on Monday
it was Teusday when I got home
don’t leave much time for sleepin’
and no time to roam
By this time tomorrow
it’ll be this time again
and I’ll still be sitting here
trying to remember when

I wasn’t kind of tired
of wanting something real
something I can sink my tooth in
something I can feel
magic is as magic does
when it don’t it ain’t
missing all the magic
is an old man’s complaint

Aladdin without the Genie
Pan without Tinkerbelle
Harry without Hogwarts
wouldn’t be a story to tell
An apostle without the Spirit
a poet without a Muse
feels just like a firecracker
with a soggy fuse.

Getting kind of tired
of wanting something real
something I can sink my tooth in
something I can feel
magic is as magic does
and when it don’t, it ain’t
missing all the magic
is an old man’s complaint

Forty Winks

Forty hours
forty years
forty wounds
forty tears
forty days
forty nights
forty wrongs
don’t make a right

Forty ways
to chase the wind
forty ways
to get home again
forty chances
to make the grade
forty excuses
for mistakes made

Forty dawns
to see the light
forty sunsets
to say goodnight
and if you have
too much to think
you can try
taking forty winks

Ordinary Days

Trying to recapture
a feeling you once knew
may not be the most productive
thing that you can do
situations change
and life gets rearranged
hard to catch a bird
that already flew

I miss the ordinary days
when doing nothing special
was special in its way
I miss the ordinary days

I don’t think of Christmas
or the Fourth of July
but sitting in the backyard
watching kids chase fireflies
talking of the day just done
and the day to come
You want a little ice cream?
I’ll go get us some

I miss the ordinary days
when doing nothing special
was special in its way
I miss the ordinary days

I am grateful for the memories
of something some folks never get
so I am not complaining
I am just explaining
why I wish it wasn’t over yet

I miss the ordinary days
when doing nothing special
was special in its way
I miss the ordinary days